Chapter Eleven #2
“He is something else,” Ryder said before pressing a kiss to the side of my head.
“That he is.”
“You ever wonder what pain he’s hiding beneath all that bravado?”
“All the time,” I said as I watched my friend soak up the attention he craved as he moved sensually against a guy I’d met a few times but whose name I couldn’t recall.
Ryder kissed the side of my head again. “He’ll tell you when he’s ready. C’mon, let’s get a drink. I have a feeling I’ll need to get you liquored up if I want you all over me on the dance floor.”
I followed my boyfriend to the bar with a snort.
“Make sure it’s a damn strong drink.” I hated dancing, which might seem odd given that I worked bottle service at a high-end nightclub.
Faking a few moves for customers was very different from spending hours on the dance floor in my free time.
But I had no intention of missing one second plastered against Ryder as we moved to the music.
If that meant getting a few drinks in me to loosen me up, then that’s what I planned to do.
“It’s so weird seeing staff we don’t know running the bar.
Feels like we’re in some alternate universe,” Ryder said as he lifted a hand to flag down the bartender.
The guy was opposite Dom in every way. Tall, slender, and devoid of any tattoos, at least ones we could see.
Unlike a regular working night for me, tonight’s staff wore black pants and black sparkly vests over tight black T-shirts.
It was sexy and classy without being revealing, as opposed to Top Shelf’s usual vibe of overt sexuality.
Tonight, the focus was meant to be on Trevor, not staff prancing around in next to nothing.
“I know. It’s strange. These poor guys are going to be sweating their assess off. That’s the only good thing about the uniforms Parker makes us wear.”
“Truth. Speaking of Parker, I wonder where he is.” Ryder glanced around. “He’ll be here, right?”
Lord, help us if he didn’t. “I can’t imagine he’d skip this. Trevor would be crushed.”
The bartender stopped in front of Ryder. “Hey,” he said in a flirty tone that immediately had my hackles up. “What can I get for you, handsome? You name it, I’ll provide it.”
I stepped up, plastering my back against Ryder’s as I slipped my hand around his waist and rested my chin on his shoulder. “He’ll have a Chase Azul Reposado neat, and I’ll have the same.”
Ryder’s cheek twitched against my own as he no doubt fought a smirk at my possessive display. “And a drink will be all I need from you… for tonight.”
That little shit. I squeezed his side as he chuckled. He knew damn well what he was doing to me.
“And every fucking night.”
Much better.
The bartender laughed as he lifted his hands in surrender with a bar towel dangling from one. “Got it. No need for your guard dog to rip my throat out. Let me get those drinks for you.”
As he spun around to fill our order, Ryder turned in my arms. One eyebrow arched high into his forehead. He didn’t even need to say anything for my face to heat.
“All right, I’m a caveman.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Your eyebrow said all sorts of shit.”
That had him laughing out loud. “What’s in our goodie bag?”
“No idea.” I’d forgotten I’d accepted the gift from Trevor and had the handle hanging off my wrist. “Let’s see.”
“I love surprises,” Ryder said with a grin.
I lifted the bag between us, and my impatient boyfriend dove right in, yanking the glittery tissue paper out before peering inside. His eyes widened. “Well, well, well, Trevor is one naughty boy.”
I barked a laugh. “This is not new information. What is it?”
Ryder pulled out a small box and held it up for me to see.
My throat dried up, and my cock went rock-hard.
He’d gifted us a vibrating butt plug complete with a remote control.
Shit. We needed to use that tonight and as soon as possible.
The thought of Ryder’s ass stuffed full and at my mercy, no matter where I stood in the room, was enough to have my cock twitching.
I glanced over my shoulder. Men and women, Trevor’s friends and co-workers, danced, drank, and socialized all through the room.
While crowded, it wasn’t the wall-to-wall crush of bodies of a typical night at Top Shelf.
No one paid the slightest attention to us.
Trevor held court on the dance floor, showing off his sensual moves and having a blast as he should on his birthday.
I turned back as the bartender deposited our drinks, this time without hitting on my man.
Ryder leaned in and spoke into my ear. “You’re hard, baby,” he whispered.
His warm, mint-tinted breath wafted across my ear, making goose bumps break out from my neck down.
The fleck in his eye that captivated me from day one darkened to a hunter green as it often did when he was extremely turned on.
I reached around him, grabbed my glass, and tossed the tequila back in two large swallows. My nostrils flared as I battled the burn of potent alcohol. “Bathroom. Now,” I said as I set the glass back down.
He shivered against me. “Fuck,” he whispered before nodding. Then he turned, snatched his drink off the bar, and knocked it back with the same two swallows as I did.
I stared at his throat as it jumped with the force of his swallow, the same as it did when he drank my cum.
Ryder trailed behind me as I made my way to the hallway of single-stall bathrooms. Parker had installed six on each side of the hall, and despite what must happen here on any given night, they were nicer facilities than any club or bar I’d ever been inside.
The party kicked off only twenty minutes ago, so the hallway was free of a line of men waiting to fuck or piss.
I slipped into one empty stall, and Ryder followed, hot on my heels.
When he turned to lock the door, I pressed him against it with the length of my body along his back.
His firm ass nestled against my cock, which I had no choice but to grind against him.
It felt so good and would feel a million times better if we dropped our pants, but as much as I wanted to fuck him, that wasn’t why I’d ordered him here.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I said as I reached around to unbutton and unzip his pants. I reached into his briefs to find his cock hard and damp at the tip.
“Shit,” he said when I wrapped my fist around him, giving a firm squeeze. “You gonna fuck me? Please tell me you’re gonna fuck me, Alex.” His voice was high and thready, nearly a whine.
I loved it when he got this needy.
“I am,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
“Yesss.”
“But not now.”
“No!” he wailed, trying to push off the wall, but I was bigger, so I held him flat as I worked his cock.
“Shhh. I promise I’m going to give you what you need.”
“Yeah, but you’re gonna torture me first, aren’t you?”
I chuckled as I ran my lips up the side of his neck. “Mmm. I prefer to think of it as incentivizing.” I kept a lazy pace as I glided my hand up and down his cock. Not nearly enough to bring him to the edge, but a little something to keep him interested.
“Incentivize me to what?” he practically growled. “Wring your neck?”
“Mmm, maybe we can try that next time.” I released his cock to rifle around in our goodie bag. “This will be an incentive to be very nice to me.”
He scoffed. “I’m always nice to you, asshole.”
I laughed. God, I loved this man. Our level of attraction was matched only by how well our personalities played off each other.
The box with our new toy stated that the device came fully charged, which I greatly appreciated.
What a shame it would be to go through all this only to find a dead vibrator in the box.
Talk about a buzzkill.
“What are you doing?” Ryder asked as I unpackaged the toy. “What’s that noise?” He had his head resting against the door, so he couldn’t see what I was up to.
All part of the plan.
“Don’t worry about that.” Once I had unpackaged the toy, I slipped the remote control into one pocket and the toy into another, along with the sample packet of lube the manufacturer kindly provided.
Once situated, I grabbed the sides of his jeans and shoved them down over his delectable behind. “Stick your ass out,” I ordered, giving him a light slap.
“Shit.” He shuddered, but complied at once, arching his back so his ass jutted toward me. “I’m not going to survive this.”
I tore the lube packet open with my teeth, then covered two fingers in the cool gel.
My dick had been inside him just that morning, so he wouldn’t require too much prep, but I wouldn’t give him the plug without a few fingers first, mostly to make it more comfortable for him, but also because I loved to play with his hole.
Fingering him, getting him open and ready for my cock was one of my favorite things, and though he wouldn’t be getting it just yet, I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to enjoy myself.
I started at the top of his crack, sliding my fingers up and down with light, teasing touches that had him squirming.
“God, you’re going to give me the toy, aren’t you?”
“Would I do that? Would I make you spend the entire evening with a vibrating plug in your ass, controlled by me? Would I decide when and where to jolt your prostate and make you fight coming in front of all Trevor’s guests?” As I asked my diabolical question, I slipped two fingers into his hole.
He moaned and slapped his palm against the door. “Yes. You’re a fucking sadist, so yes, you would do all those things to me. And you’d love every second of my torment.”
“Hmm, that does sound like a good time.”
He was going to pay me back so hard for this stunt, and I couldn’t wait.
I spent a few minutes stretching his insides and fingering him open while placing open-mouthed, sucking kisses on his neck.
Ryder cursed and moaned the entire time, writhing against me as I had my way with him.
Once I was satisfied with his readiness, I withdrew my fingers and retrieved the plug.
“Ready, baby?” I whispered before sucking his earlobe between my lips.
He nodded, forehead thumping against the door. “Do it.”
I linked my fingers with his, where he’d left his hand flat against the door. My head rested on his upper back, giving me the perfect view as I used my free hand to work the plug inside his ass.
He tensed for a moment, cursing as the flare grew wider.
“Relax, baby. This toy has nothing on my cock, and you take that so perfectly.”
He grunted out a laugh. “Arrogant,” he teased, but I knew he loved the compliment.
“I learned from the best.”
Once relaxed, his body did most of the work, pulling the toy into place. It popped through the ring of muscle with ease, settling in place.
“Good?”
“Y-yeah.” He trembled against me.
I reached into my pocket and found the remote. While I continued to mark his neck with my mouth, I powered on the device and pressed the vibration button. Being the first pulse, I kept the intensity low. “How about now?”
“Oh, fuck, Alex!” Ryder’s body went taut, bowing against me. I killed the vibration, and he sagged against the door. “God, that’s so intense.”
“Good. I want you out of your mind for me.”
“Fuck, Alex, I basically live in that state. I want you all the time.”
I grinned. “I know the feeling.” If time and biology allowed, I’d have him a dozen times a day.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“Mmm.” I nuzzled his neck. “Love you too. Now let’s go out there and dance.”
He groaned. “Let the torture begin.”